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There's a very nice photo that inspired this complete with palm tree fronds.
This morning the car gave that endearing stuttered purr of a near dead battery. It's a Friday, I've way more sick days and vacation days then they'll pay me for, and I was having a hard time gearing myself up to go to work anyway as lack of sleep, allergies or cold virus took their toll on me. I even took a moment to consider the dreaded word retirement this morning. I love my job but this school year's beginning has been harder than the beginning of previous school years, even the year I had abdominal surgery during the summer. By the by, buy stock in facial tissues. Lots of stock. You won't be sorry ... unless I die.
Title: "Another perfect day in paradise."
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 336
Straining his eyes to make out what could be posts or chairs or, he mentally laughed at himself, they were more probably trash containers, a subtle reminder to keep the sandy beach clean.
Logan Olsen didn’t often come down to the beach, only when he felt contemplative, taking a look at his life and reviewing his choices. The ocean swept its waves across the sands, cleaning and depositing as it had since the water had grown plentiful enough to become one great seemingly living unhuman body.
By morning the two sets of parallel lines that he could see, impressed into the beach by motorized vehicles, would be gone. Almost he wanted to stay and watch the waves climb up over the sands as the tide rose. Did the trucks gather up the trash barrels at night? Of course they must or what good would they be. And the cost, Logan snorted, imagine having to replace barrels on a daily basis and what of the barrels’ contents.
Now if those were posts… it would be eerie to watch the waves slowly swallow the posts. The image created a frisson, brushing lightly down his spine. Death would be like that too. It was entirely too easy to see the symbolism. When the water receded it left clean smooth beach behind but also evidences of the passing of once living things. The bones of shellfish and the soon decaying flesh of kelp and other things.
“You think too much and too loudly,” a voice spoke from behind him. “If you gave yourself to me then you’d never grow old.”
“I’d be dead,” Logan answered without turning around. “Another body found upon the sand perhaps.”
“As I said, thinking too much,” there was a smile in the voice, one Logan could feel as the words brushed cool over the short hairs at his nape. If only the words included warm arms looped around him from behind to aid his decisions but that was not what he saw in his future.
This morning the car gave that endearing stuttered purr of a near dead battery. It's a Friday, I've way more sick days and vacation days then they'll pay me for, and I was having a hard time gearing myself up to go to work anyway as lack of sleep, allergies or cold virus took their toll on me. I even took a moment to consider the dreaded word retirement this morning. I love my job but this school year's beginning has been harder than the beginning of previous school years, even the year I had abdominal surgery during the summer. By the by, buy stock in facial tissues. Lots of stock. You won't be sorry ... unless I die.
Title: "Another perfect day in paradise."
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 336
Straining his eyes to make out what could be posts or chairs or, he mentally laughed at himself, they were more probably trash containers, a subtle reminder to keep the sandy beach clean.
Logan Olsen didn’t often come down to the beach, only when he felt contemplative, taking a look at his life and reviewing his choices. The ocean swept its waves across the sands, cleaning and depositing as it had since the water had grown plentiful enough to become one great seemingly living unhuman body.
By morning the two sets of parallel lines that he could see, impressed into the beach by motorized vehicles, would be gone. Almost he wanted to stay and watch the waves climb up over the sands as the tide rose. Did the trucks gather up the trash barrels at night? Of course they must or what good would they be. And the cost, Logan snorted, imagine having to replace barrels on a daily basis and what of the barrels’ contents.
Now if those were posts… it would be eerie to watch the waves slowly swallow the posts. The image created a frisson, brushing lightly down his spine. Death would be like that too. It was entirely too easy to see the symbolism. When the water receded it left clean smooth beach behind but also evidences of the passing of once living things. The bones of shellfish and the soon decaying flesh of kelp and other things.
“You think too much and too loudly,” a voice spoke from behind him. “If you gave yourself to me then you’d never grow old.”
“I’d be dead,” Logan answered without turning around. “Another body found upon the sand perhaps.”
“As I said, thinking too much,” there was a smile in the voice, one Logan could feel as the words brushed cool over the short hairs at his nape. If only the words included warm arms looped around him from behind to aid his decisions but that was not what he saw in his future.
